37. Power
"You let her get away with too much," Violet glares imperiously one afternoon. "You're supposed to be in charge, but no one would know it from the way she parades around."
Robert rolls his eyes. "She knows I'm the one in charge of the estate."
At that moment, the library door opens. Cora pokes her head around the frame. "Robert, dear, let's go for a walk before luncheon."
"Give me one moment," Robert respond, smiling.
"That's exactly the sort of pushy American behaviour that I abhor. She's telling you what to do in your own house," Violet sniffs.
Robert sighs.
A/N: Gotta love a bit of imperious Violet. :P